After a long and bitter relationship, Zoe Boreas never expected to find love. Kellan swept in like a storm and claimed her heart. Neither of them realize how deep the curse on her people runs.

When she learns the truth, she’ll sacrifice everything to save him while searching for an answer. When Kellan realizes she’s gone, he’ll stop at nothing to find and keep her by his side.

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Brandy L Rivers is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her two main series are Others of Edenton and Others of Seattle. She has also written a couple contemporary stories. An avid reader, Brandy has always loved writing. She became serious about it as a stay-at-home-mother. Her secret lair, guarded by a pint-sized pound puppy who imagines himself a hellhound, contains a file full of manuscripts she plans to edit and put out with new creations she is constantly dreaming up. Living in rainy Western Washington with her husband and three kids, Brandy is already working on future stories in each of the series, and several other projects.

 

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She takes my hand, the smallest of grins splitting her lips. Standing, I pull her to her feet. She isn’t dressed like the other women in the club. Her jeans fit her like a glove and show off her curves, but they aren’t designer threads. Her tank top barely reveals any cleavage, but it does show off her toned arms.

“I bet I looked ridiculous,” she states, brushing the hair out of her face.

Words flow from my mouth before I can even stop them. “Someone as beautiful as you could never look ridiculous.” Nice line, cheese dick.

Blushing, she shoves her phone and her charger cord back in her purse. “That’s really nice of you to let me use your phone. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll just send my sister a text.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I minded,” I reply, holding her gaze until she shyly glances away. “Here.” I offer her my phone.

She takes the phone and grimaces. “Just one message,” she says before quickly typing a message and then handing it back. “Oh, wait. I should probably delete that.” She snatches my phone back giving me a wicked grin.

I’m lost in her bright, blue eyes as her fingers slide over the screen, doing God knows what in my phone.

Between the booze and this woman, there are no fucks left to give. She could steal the damn thing and I’m not sure I’d be able to protest.

“Thanks again.” She tucks the phone in my hand before turning to leave.

I catch her arm at the elbow. “Hey. Where ya goin’? You didn’t tell me your name.”

She glances up through her lashes while tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “It’s Sidney.”

Sidney.

Sidney.

Fucking remember that, you drunk douchebag.

Sid…ney.

“Sidney. That’s a gorgeous name. It fits you. Are you here alone?” I rush out, doing my best to hide my drunken slur. I pray that she says yes, not only because I’m interested in her, but also because what kind of an asshole lets her crawl around on the ground?

Her gaze shifts from side to side while she smirks. “Are you trying to pick me up?”

“Well, technically, I just did,” I tell her, gesturing to the spot she was just in on the floor.

“Touché.” Her smile grows. “I’m here with some friends, actually”

Glad she didn’t mention a boyfriend, I offer, “Let me buy you a drink.”

She shakes her head. “Thanks, but no, thanks. I’m not drinking. I was actually about to head home.”

“Well, then let me get you a soda. A water? I hear the bartender makes a mean Shirley Temple,” I counter, determined not to let her leave yet.

She laughs, and the magical sound spurs me on.

“What’s the rush? Husband waiting at home?”

Shaking her head again, she responds, “Nope. Just my couch and Netflix.”

I dramatically clutch my heart then shoot her my best smile. “You’re too beautiful to waste it on your couch. Come have one nonalcoholic beverage with me.” I stick my bottom lip out in an attempt to look pathetic enough that she’ll say yes.

Fuck. Am I really doing this?

I’m rewarded for my efforts with a big smile and a quick nod. Yes. Yes. I fucking am.

“How can I resist the puppy-dog face?” she laughs.

Pumping my arms in the air, I shout, “She said yes!” Gripping her around the waist, I lift her off her feet and jokingly spin us both around in a circle. “She said yes!”

Wiggling out of my arms, she shrieks, “Oh my god, put me down! Jesus, how drunk are you?”

Grinning from ear to ear, I tell her, “I’ve only had three drinks.” I hold up five fingers and wink.

Shaking her head, she mumbles, “Multiply that by two at least.”

Ready to continue this conversation with a drink in my hand, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her to the bar.

Knocking on the bar with my knuckles, I get the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have a Crown and Coke. And the hottest chick in the club here wants a Shirley Temple.”

Gripping my bicep, she interjects, “I’ll just take a water, please.”

Normally, I’d throw in a flex for good measure.

For this chick? I throw in three.

A few minutes of fighting not to stare at her cleavage later, he sets the drinks in front of us. I hand hers over and offer my glass up in a toast.

Raising one eyebrow at me, she smirks, “This ought to be good.”

I clear my throat before saying, “To cell phones. May yours always be dead, sockets be missing, and heroes be plentiful.” I pause when I realize what I said. Then I correct myself. “And, by heroes, I mean me. May I be plentiful.” I clink her cup with mine.

She giggles before taking a small sip. “Hear, hear.”

At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex.                                                                                                                                                                     The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs.                                                                                                                                                 They can’t stay away from each other. They’re either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

   If they’re found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She’ll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do? 

***

To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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After a long and bitter relationship, Zoe Boreas never expected to find love. Kellan swept in like a storm and claimed her heart. Neither of them realize how deep the curse on her people runs.

When she learns the truth, she’ll sacrifice everything to save him while searching for an answer. When Kellan realizes she’s gone, he’ll stop at nothing to find and keep her by his side.